I'm not quite sure that I'm aware of what I started until my arms are pinned above my head as my lips are being kissed with a bruising force. Grayson's body leans into mine, causing a beautiful friction to begin. His left hand holds both of my wrists to keep them from moving anywhere while his right hand trails up and down my body.

His hand travels to my waist where he grips it tightly before moving up slowly until he reaches the hem of my shirt. His hand slides under the fabric, and his skin on mine feels so good that I'm practically moaning already. His fingers lightly skim over my ribs, and my back arches as a tingling sensation follows his every touch.

He grabs the bottom of my shirt and stops kissing me to silently ask permission. I nod my head shyly and arch my back to allow the shirt to be easily removed from my body so that my new periwinkle Victoria's Secret bra is on display. This is the first time I've taken my shirt off in front of anyone besides my Mom, and the feeling is definitely overwhelming. I become self-conscious the longer Grayson stares at my body. I squirm to remove my wrists from above my head so I can cover myself, but Grayson's hold only tightens.

"Stop staring at me," I whisper as I look at him with shame. I'm not like the fit she-wolves that Grayson spends his time training. I've got a little squish on my stomach and I definitely don't have abs... you'd need to go to the gym for those. I can't understand why Grayson would stare at me with hunger in his steel gray eyes.

"Why would I do that? You're gorgeous, baby." His right hand begins to softly caress my hips and stomach to the point where it almost tickles. I want so much more friction than what he's giving me, but he's taking his time getting to know every dip and curve of my body. I can't focus on giving in to the feeling because of my insecurities, though.

"I'm not..." I whisper, and in response Grayson immediately stops touching me. He hovers over me, his face once again level with mine as he clenches his jaw.

"What did you just say?" He deadpans, but I can see that I've said something to upset him. Why is he so upset by the truth?

"I'm not beautiful like the other werewolf girls in your pack. I don't have muscles or abs or a completely flat stomach and-"

He talk over me before I can talk badly about myself any longer.

"And you're more beautiful because of that."

My jaw slackens from his words. How can he possibly prefer me and my body to those girls? I've tried really hard not to compare myself to the girls I've seen him talk to, but it's hard when they all look like models and I look like... me.

"Baby," he continues in a stern voice. "You're the funniest, most compassionate, sexiest woman I've ever met. I think you're absolutely perfect. I can't stand to hear you talk so lowly of yourself. Why are you even comparing yourself to them? I'm in love with you." He lowers his head and kisses me sweetly to ensure that I understand the truth in his words. He does make me feel more confident. He thinks I'm perfect; I'll never understand why, but the words make me smile.

"Okay?" he mumbles against my lips before pecking them again.

"Yeah," I sigh before kissing him back feverishly. I wiggle my hands out of his grasp, and once I'm free, I grab the back of his neck and pull him in even closer to me. He doesn't complain at the action, and his lips continue to move fluidly with mine. His large hands start at my waist, but gradually move to just below my breasts as the kiss gets more heated. Grayson presses his thigh in between my legs to add some friction, and I let out a soft moan at how good it feels.

My moan spurs him on, and his hands travel to my breasts as he lightly squeezes them. They fit perfectly in his hands, and my back arches as he touches me. I'm very inexperienced, but Grayson seems to know exactly how to get certain reactions out of me. He pinches my nipples through the fabric of my bra, and I groan in frustration. I need more.

Grayson's mouth moves away from mine as he kisses along my jawline. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth before letting it go with a small nip. "Want me to make you feel good?" he whispers, then kisses the spot right below my ear.

I nod my head speedily up and down, but Grayson doesn't find that answer acceptable because he begins sucking on my skin before releasing it and starting over again in a new spot.

"Please," I whimper, needing him to touch me in a certain area that will give me my release. I know how good it can feel from last time, and I desperately need that again.

He listens to my pleading and finally removes my bra like an expert. He knows how to do that way too easily and way too quickly, but I'm not focusing on why and how he learned it- I'm just grateful right now. He immediately sucks my left nipple in his mouth and I gasp at the newfound sensation. His wet tongue traces around the bud as tingles shoot directly to my core. My hands find his hair as I grip it tightly as encouragement to continue. He growls at the pressure and bites down before releasing it and licking the spot to soothe it.

I can't help the loud gasps that I let out at the slightly painful yet completely pleasurable experience. His other hand travels to my other nipple and squeezes and rubs it between his thumb and pointer finger. I didn't think someone could get this close to release with just minimal touching, but I was definitely wrong. My breaths come out in short pants as my grip on Grayson's hair becomes tighter and tighter.

Just when I feel like I'm climbing higher and higher, he stops playing with my nipples. His hands trail down my stomach, and he leaves wet kisses as he travels lower. He reaches the hem of my jeans as he looks up at me. He slowly unbuttons my pants, giving me time to stop him if I want to. When I make no motion to stop him, he makes quick movements to remove them. Now I'm left with just my panties as I stare up at him with shy excitement.

I feel so exposed in front of him, but I don't feel ashamed. No, I feel confident, beautiful even. The way Grayson stares at me makes me feel alive. His eyes trace my body with awe and so much love. All I want to do is see more of him- feel more of him.

I hesitantly reach for the bottom hem of his shirt and he smirks at me before helping me to remove it. Hovering over me is a God. He's too perfect- his muscles look like they've been carved out of marble. His chest is defined, his abs are so pronounced that I can easily count each one, and the 'V' that disappear under his pants makes my mouth water.

I'm frozen in place by the intimidating man that is my boyfriend. There's a good possibility that I'm drooling right now. Based off of the confident smirk Grayson is directing at me, I'm fairly confident that I'm making a face that I would consider "embarrassing" and he would consider "cute."

"I can't get enough of you," he mutters under his breath before he kisses my lips. His tongue instantly dives into my mouth as our lips pick up speed. Just the feeling of his warm skin against mine feels heavenly.

He kisses down my chest and stomach, leaving a wet trail down until his mouth is right above the line of my panties. He looks up at me, once again making sure that I'm okay with what he's doing.

"You can tell me to stop anytime, love. If you're uncomfortable or-"

"Just take them off already!" I snap, eager for him to touch me. I freeze once I realize how demanding and needy I sound. Gray only raises his eyebrows at my little outburst. The mischievous glint in his eyes betrays his true feelings about my outburst- he's amused by my eagerness.

He lets me blush profusely and stutter out an apology for about five seconds before he rips my panties off- literally, he rips them clean off of my body as easily as I would tear a piece of paper.

I want to complain at his aggressive yet sexy panty-ripping because they were brand new and quite expensive for underwear, but the minute he starts kissing me again, I forget what I was even going to complain about in the first place.

He once again kisses a line down my chest and stomach, but this time he has no deterrent. When I see where his face is headed, I prop myself up on my elbows and internally freak out. My legs instinctually close because, well, his face is VERY close to my no-no square.

I feel like that name is pretty representative of this situation because if I had known this was what would happen today, I would have showered right before I saw him. However, I went to class, got dragged through a portal into a musty abandoned warehouse, rode in a questionably clean Uber to end up at a hospital filled with germs. There's no way that I smell good or that that area should have someone's mouth on it. Period. So when my legs instinctually close and I go to tell him that he definitely shouldn't be doing that, imagine my surprise when he only wrenches my legs open further as he licks up my slit to collect some of my excitement from earlier.

My hips jerk up in surprise at the new yet extremely satisfying feeling, and I lose my train of thought once again. My stomach feels like it's about to combust. My mind is swimming as it blurs from ecstasy, as I float to another plane of existence.

Even as my gasps emanate throughout his bedroom, he goes at the same steady pace as he licks up and down my center, collecting my juices. He moans into me, which only makes me wetter. I've never felt so dirty, so... erotic. I love it. Grayson is opening up brand new feelings in me- not just emotional, but physical ones too.

He continues to lick and suck me, and when his lips wrap around the sensitive nerve bundle, a loud gasp forces its way out. His tongue plunges in and out of me, and one of his hands reaches to tease my clit. My back arches off of the bed and my hands grip Grayson's hair in an attempt to ground me in some way.

When a finger enters into me, I almost lose it from the sensation alone. His mouth and hands work together to bring me the maximum amount of pleasure. His finger stretches me out, and my eyes shut as I'm brought higher and higher. When he puts in a second finger, it becomes a little uncomfortable. It still feels really good, but the way he slowly stretches me adds some pain to my pleasure.

Unfortunately, Grayson seems to notice this- he always seems to be in tune to my reactions and emotions. He slows his hand movements and brings his concerned face to hover over mine. A piece of dark hair partially hides his gaze from me.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He's so sweet to me. He reads me so well. I know he wants to have sex, yet he would offer to stop in a heartbeat when I know it's the last thing he wants to happen. I give him a reassuring smile and shake my head.

"No, I want you to keep going." I pull him closer to me by his neck and place sloppy kisses on his lips as I try extremely hard to forget where his mouth just was. He continues again, slowly, unsure. It starts to feel less uncomfortable, and his fingers pick up speed as my pleasure skyrockets. My hands glide down the smooth muscles of his back as I feel them flex and move underneath his smooth golden skin.

When my fingers reach the hem of his shorts, I hesitantly begin to tease the skin underneath. He removes my fingers from his waistband and talks to me in between kisses.

"Not today, Thea." Kiss. "Today's about you." Kiss.

I pull away from him and take a few moments to catch my breath before speaking. I thought we were going to... mate? Is that the term werewolves use? Isn't that what he wanted? He's a guy, I thought that's what all guys wanted. I'm afraid that I've made him wait too long and he will become frustrated that we haven't moved faster in our relationship. I am his soul mate, after all.

And I really want to have sex with him. I love him, and although I'm completely inexperienced, I want to experience it all with him.

"I want to have sex with you, Gray. I love you." I look up at him with my signature innocent eyes, and his jaw tightens from his restraint. He closes his eyes and releases a heavy breath from his nose before replying.

"Fuck, baby, You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response.

"However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes become longer and harder and faster.

"You feel that? My fingers deep in your pussy that's dripping for me?" He licks the side of my neck as my breaths come out in short pants.

"My dick is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sore for days. And you're going to love it."

I'm out of my mind in bliss, his dirty words only serve to turn me on more. I'm at a point where I know I'm about to release, but there's one more thing that would make this experience perfect.

"Mark me, Gray. Please." My begging becomes more breathless as he kisses the spot where his mark should go. He kisses it one last time before I feel the sharp tips of his canines brush against the spot. I begin moaning out incoherent words as I begin to lose motor functions from the pleasure when I feel his teeth plunge into the junction between my shoulder and neck.

The sharp stinging in my neck is significantly drowned out by the intense orgasm I experience. Every inch of my body feels so sensitive to touch, and my vision becomes spotty as I release sounds that I didn't even know I could make. Gray keeps his teeth in my neck for a few more seconds before removing them, then licking the sore skin to soothe it. Throughout the marking, he continued to move his fingers in and out of my center, stroking me until I came back to reality.

The combination of the orgasm, marking, and the current pain in my shoulder makes me exhausted. I feel this new warmth in my chest, this new feeling of awe and love that wasn't there before. I look to Grayson and see him watching me snuggle into his side. I'm barely conscious enough to watch him lick his fingers clean. I'm barely conscious enough to feel him kiss my sensitive mark. I'm barely conscious enough recall the words he whispers in my ear before I fall asleep in his arms.

"Sleep, baby. You're my life, my love, my heart."